It was a dark night of November the first, nineteen eighty-one. All was calm in Surrey as the wind blew calmly, the stars shone brightly, and a large man flew past on a flying motorcycle. The man continued his odd flight above Surrey until he reached a small road in Little Whinging. Somehow, he managed to land the thing without crashing, falling out or waking up the residents. As he got closer to his destination, the surrounding area got suddenly foggy. As he dismounted the motorcycle, the large thought the fog smelled suspicious… similar to socks.

"Hagrid my boy, how was the journey?" the shorter man asked, pulling something out of his pocket while Hagrid got baby Harry out the sidecar of the motorcycle.

"The trip was fine, but it got very foggy as I touched down Dumbledore." Hagrid replied, wondering what exactly Dumbledore was getting out.

"Don't worry about that, I'm just high. Pomona grows some good weed you know" Dumbledore said, as he put the spliff to his lips and lit it, using the muggle street lamps to light his spliff with his deluminator.

"I have the child Dumbledore" Hagrid said, as he put Harry on the Dursley's doorstep. As he was about to leave, Dumbledore placed a letter along with a small baggie of weed on Harry's basket.

Hagrid started to question Dumbledore's limited sanity as he slowly backed away until he reached his motorcycle. It was far easier to ignore Dumbledore's stranger moments. Hagrid did just that as he decided on which flavour of rock cake to bake tomorrow evening.

"For compensation" Dumbledore mumbled to absolutely nobody as Hagrid flew away. Dumbledore mind wandered elsewhere when he spotted a stray cat and chased after it.

Dumbledore woke up the next morning wearing a bin bag on top of the slide in the local park.